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James McBride Interview, plus links to author biography, book summaries, excerpts and reviews

James McBride

James McBride

An interview with James McBride

In three interviews, James McBride talks about his novels The Heaven & Earth Grocery Store, Song Yet Sung, and The Miracle at St. Anna. Amongst many other topics, he discusses the importance of love and kindness, the complicated relationships that existed during slavery, and the reality of being an African American serviceman in Europe during World War II.

The Heaven & Earth Grocery Store

The Heaven & Earth Grocery Store starts in 1972 when construction workers in Pottstown, Pa., find a skeleton at the bottom of a well. Who the skeleton was and how it got there were two of secrets kept by the people who live on Chicken Hill, a neighborhood where immigrant Jews and African Americans lived side by side. What do you think the novel is about and what inspired you to write it?

It's about a town, the people in it, and the power of love. I'm trying to tell people that kindness moves the earth, that small choices you make today towards the good can create great justice tomorrow, and that cynicism is like eating poison and expecting your enemy to die.

The novel is also a moving portrait of life for African Americans and Jews in the middle of the 20th century. How do you see this book fitting into our current cultural and political conversations about racism, prejudice, and poverty?

We've been having the same conversation about race, prejudice, and poverty my entire life. Here's the narrative that's killing us: "This country was nothing but woods until white people came." Serve that up, along with a generous swab of self-righteous Christianity, and you're on your way to destroying democracy. European Jews, because of their religion, did not fit easily into that narrative when they arrived in the 19th and early 20th centuries. Blacks, for obvious reasons, didn't fit it either. That bit of shared history, that common ground, is where I farm for stories.

The heartbeat of this novel is a sprawling cast of richly developed characters whose complex lives overlap in surprising ways. What drew you to incorporate a chorus of different voices and perspectives?

I want to be happy. I don't like downer stories. I prefer characters that try to do what most of us try to do in real life: Find ways to beat back evil, envy, jealousy, greed, hate, and do it with humor. Humor belies respect, humanity, humility, and happiness. Blacks and Jews are loaded with that stuff. Not that other groups aren't, by the way. Miracle at St. Anna was heavy with Italian characters. The Good Lord Bird was about a white Christian, John Brown. Every time you lay these characters on the page, you're walking on eggshells. One of the principal characters in Deacon King Kong is an Irish American cop, and who can tell a funny story better than an Irishman? You say that these days and somebody gets mad. Haters try to wire race into our consciousness in a way that fits their need – usually financial. For the writer, that's mental junk food. Love, humor, and kindness are the meat and vegetables of a good story. That instinct lives in everyone. Who cares what religion put it there? Who cares who tells it? So long as they have good intentions, that's all that matters.

These characters color in the brilliantly realized setting of Chicken Hill, complete with a bustling theater and grocery store. What is it about the vibrancy and plights of smalltown life you were aiming to capture?

This whole idea of the good old days, when smalltown America was a version of Mayberry – the town seen in The Andy Griffith Show where there were no blacks, Jews, foreigners, etc. – struck me as a weird construct when I was old enough to understand what I was looking at. It's like thinking of New York City and pretending the subway doesn't exist. The veins and arteries of the great metropolis are bound in that funky underground mess. You can't separate one from the other. In a small town everyone is forced to eat, shop, bank, and live in a kind of box. The "other" person in a small town is not someone you see on the subway, on TV, or online. They're often your neighbor. It's hard to hate on your neighbor every day. Hate takes work and energy. That's why our nation is mentally exhausted now, having been deluged with nationally broadcast hate while one of our most valuable assets, local newspapers, went belly up. Hate is national. Love is local. Keep love local and let it spread.

As the son of a Black father who was a minister and a white mother who was the daughter of a rabbi, you draw from both traditions to tell the stories of the characters in The Heaven & Earth Grocery Store. How has your own personal history shaped the characters and journeys they go on?

When I researched The Color of Water, I remember well the stories my mother told me about growing up as a Jew in the South in the '20s and '30s, and about working in her father's store, which served the black residents of Suffolk, Va. I never forgot the stories my mother told about her mother, my grandmother, who spoke Yiddish and suffered from polio, yet showed kindness and generosity to everyone. I wanted my grandmother to have a better life than the one she had. I wanted her to be loved by her husband. So I put her on the page and made her loved.

What was the original inspiration for The Heaven & Earth Grocery Store? Did it always start from the mystery of a skeleton at the bottom of a well, or was it driven by a desire to explore certain themes?

I actually wanted to write a book about the Variety Club Camp for Disabled Children outside Philadelphia, where I worked when I was in college in the late '70s. I wanted to honor Sy Friend, who ran the camp, and the children and their parents, who taught those of us lucky enough to work there how to live. But I couldn't make that book go. I worked at it for years. I finally discarded it and found a story that drew upon the elements that made the camp special: the ragged, unkempt, weird, funny, glorious business of humanity, which often kicks aside societal nonsense to get to the business of the only thing that counts: love. The murder, the skeleton, the body, the characters like Dodo, Chona, Moshe, Nate, Fatty, were all devices to harness the more important theme, which is to stop hating and just love somebody. Real simple.

The novel is an exploration of race, identity, and the wounds of history. What do you hope this story will offer readers?

When we drive liberal arts out of schools – math, science, English, anthropology, and especially history – we rob our children of their future. How can you be creative in any field – science, technology, math – or appreciate someone else's culture without history? When I went to Africa as a young man, I was stunned to realize that cab drivers in the Abidjan knew more about the history of world affairs than Wall Street traders did back in New York. Too many Americans don't know history, their own or anybody else's. In that vacuous space, cultural and religious superiority is a disease that renders us helpless. It allows clever politicians and money grubbers to use religion like a baseball bat, beating us from one side of the room to the other. There's nothing wrong with self-definition: It's the first step towards self-control. But if God made you so special, why can't you fly like Superman or have X-ray vision? If God has the final word, is He still alive, since the "final word" has been delivered? If you can ask these kinds of questions, that's what a liberal arts education gives you: the ability to question, to think, and to ponder the path that's already been trod. Creativity is based on a knowledge of history, not technical training. Mind is what separates man from animal. So my job – one of them, I suppose – is to try to inspire people with possibility. And let them know that no matter how difficult their lives may be, someone has been down that road before. All the characters in this book are fictional. But they all walked this earth at some point, and I'm glad God let me find them.

Song Yet Sung

How would you describe this story?

It's a story about an escaped female slave and the slave catcher bent on catching her. On a deeper level, it's about the web of relationships that existed during slavery.

How closely are the events in Song Yet Sung based on actual history?

The two main women characters Liz Spocott and Patty Cannon, are based on real figures who hail from the eastern shore of Maryland, albeit at different times. Harriet Tubman, the great abolitionist, who was born in Bucktown, MD, and for many years prior to the civil war, she moved up and down Dorchester County like a ghost, leading, at least by some accounts, as many as 300 African Americans to freedom. Historians have yet to agree out how Tubman moved so many people without being caught. She suffered from narcolepsy as a result of having been struck in the head as a child, and she dreamed frequently. She said her dreams often warned her of impending danger. Patty Cannon, of nearby Caroline County, bordering Delaware, was one of the most celebrated women criminals in the history of Maryland and southern Delaware. She and her gang, which was said to number as many as 30 men at times, kidnapped African Americans, slave or free, and sold them south. Cannon was described as an attractive, handsome woman, physically strong, charming, gypsy-like in appearance, and dangerous to be around when any money was to be made. Cannon died in 1829 in prison. She committed suicide. Tubman was born in 1820 and lived till 1913. Both were well known to blacks and whites at the height of their prowess, and feared for different reasons.

How did you research this book?

The usual torture. First off, slave narratives are not hard to find, though they can make for difficult reading, emotionally. Secondly, I drowned myself in the culture and history of Dorchester County and the eastern shore. I spent a lot of time in Cambridge, MD, in its library, and on its back roads, traveling the roads and trails that Ms. Tubman supposedly used to lead her charges to freedom. Apparently much of Ms. Tubman's underground railroad was via the water, with the help of watermen, black and some white as well, who ferried her charges along the many creeks and rivers that line the eastern shore. This posed a challenge for yours truly as I'm afraid of deep water. I nearly drowned in Europe while researching Miracle At St. Anna. So I wrote this entire book without having once gone out on the Chesapeake. I'm terrified of open water.

Your main character in Song Yet Sung is a young woman, and there are other strong female characters as well, including the slave catcher who is perhaps the most evil figure in the book. The main characters in your previous novel, Miracle at St. Anna, were men, but your mother was the dominant personality in your bestselling memoir, The Color of Water. Was any of this the result of conscious choice, or did it just arise organically from the story at hand?

I just went with the story at hand. I'm not afraid of strong women characters. I was raised by one. I confess, however, that getting into the head of a female character to check her thought processes is little different than taking a male character's pulse. Women characters tend to be deep, and very hip to the emotional complexities that are the pitfalls which most male characters either bumble past drunkenly, or stumble into face first.

How much is your ability to write strong female characters rooted in your relationship to your mother or other women?

Probably a good amount. The only thing worse than discovering there's no Santa Claus is finding out that Mister Santa ain't a Mister after all. Having a strong mother allows you to see the kind of deep muscle feminine characters have to work with.

What was "the Code" that Liz learns? How was it actually used?

I'd heard of Black Codes of the underground for years. When I studied African American music under a professor named Wendell Logan in the Oberlin Conservatory, I learned that the songs I sang in church as a child were full lyric references to freedom, like Wade In The Water, Steal Away, Come Here Jesus If You Please. It's just the tip of the iceberg. The entire plethora of black culture, musically at least, is bent towards freedom. There is no doubt in my mind about that. Most historians look for concrete, empirical evidence of The Code, economics, letters, broken plates, etc. How can you quantify a people's desire to be free? It's like describing John Lennon's song "Imagine" as a "Verse, chorus, verse, 16-bar musical statement in the key of G that expresses a young man's hope for the future." Right. Black people have always wanted to be free. Any insect, even God's tiniest creature, always moves to protect itself. That's what music, and to some extent, The Code, did for African American slaves.

Denwood Long, the white slave catcher who comes out of retirement to pursue Liz, is in many ways a sympathetic character. He even identifies powerfully with the slaves. How is this possible?

He identifies with them the way a cop identifies with the people on his beat. They are an economic means that has provided for him, and also a group he has come to admire and respect, the same way a beef provider admires cows or a worker at an animal shelter that euthanizes dogs loves dogs. I don't think that's necessarily bad. This is the world we live in. If you become too judgmental, you can't be a writer. You become simply a proponent of an idea. Long was poor man born into a system that pressed poor whites into a kind of slavery. His eventual identification with slaves is a realization of his understanding of that system and his appreciation for the slave's means of dealing with it.

Your story is set in a very particular landscape, Maryland's eastern shore, which is shrouded in myth and superstition. Why there?

The eastern shore is like the deep south, yet it's just 80 miles to Philadelphia, which was the promised land during slavery. If a slave from the deep south fleeing north reached the eastern shore, there were scores of free blacks and slaves who operated a kind of loose network of freedom riders: abolitionists: watermen, farmers, ministers, slaves. This area produced two of America's greatest abolitionist, Frederick Douglass and Harriet Tubman, who lived during the same era and were raised less than 25 miles apart. It gives you an idea on how focused that area was on abolitionism.

The eastern shore is populated in part by the watermen, simple fishermen who take in oysters from the Chesapeake Bay. What was their attitude toward slavery, and what role do they play in the story?

Their attitude toward slavery was as complicated as white people's attitudes towards blacks is today. Watermen lived difficult lives. They were poor, tough, independent, and religious. Many were Methodist, which took an early stance against slavery. Yet some fought for the south during the civil war.

In an act of resistance, some of the slaves in your story kill one of their captors, a black man who works for a white slave catcher. But they feel like murderers instead of liberators. Why?

Killing him robbed them of their humanity. Their humanity was something they cherished, and something most human beings cherish. Also, in the real world, killing is not an easy thing to do, even if you feel it's "justified."

Readers may be surprised to learn that the conductors of the underground railroad, or the gospel train, as it's called in your book, were prepared to kill anyone who betrayed the secrets of the Code, including other slaves. This is another instance in which the lines of moral responsibility in your story are not always clear. To what extent are all the characters in the story victims of circumstance, or prisoners of history if you will? At what point does individual responsibility begin?

First of all, ambiguity is everything. The female driver who cuts you off in traffic and curses you out as she roars away might be the schoolteacher who saves a kid's life the next day. We are all capable of everything. The outrage that African Americans felt -- and to some extent still feel -- for the Uncle Tom character is something most whites underestimate. Most African Americans feel under such siege, that they're not willing to say anything to whites to jeopardize their already precarious existence – or what they perceive as a precarious existence. But when African Americans talk among themselves, it's a different story. That being said, for someone to betray The Code during slavery must have been unthinkable. Frederick Douglass expressed outrage in his autobiography about slaves who made it to freedom and then wrote best selling books about their method of escape, like Henry "Box" Brown, who wrote about how he'd shipped himself north in a box. Douglass, in his own work swore he would never disclose the exact method by which he obtained his freedom. To my knowledge, he never did. Neither, by and large, did Harriet Tubman. Freedom was EVERYTHING. It makes complete sense that it was worth dying for, or killing for, especially if your children were involved.

Your story starts with the lines, "On a grey morning in March 1850, a colored slave named Liz Spocott dreamed of the future. And it was not pleasant." It's evident to us that Liz's disturbing dreams are about the current state of African-American culture, at least certain aspects of it like hip-hop music, the prevalence of violence in some communities, sexual license, materialism, and so on. In fact, Liz's vision of the future "brought her more grief than her condition at the time," you write, and that was when she had been lying badly wounded for three weeks in a slave catcher's attic. "Ain't no freedom" in that kind of future, she says. This is a very strong charge against contemporary black culture. Why do you feel so passionately about this?

This is partly how the book got started. A few years ago, I heard a story about the introduction of some new video game, and how customers were stampeding the store, having lined up at 5 in the morning, to get into the store to buy this new game. This happened down south somewhere, it might have been Richmond. When I looked at the picture of the people fighting to get into the store and saw that the majority of them were black, it broke my heart. I said to myself. "Is this why slaves risked their lives and broke for freedom?" Like most sensible people, I've had enough of the beastiality, the women bashing, the homophobia, the violence, all of which lives under the heading of the music and culture known as "hip hop." I don't consider it hip hop. It's recording industry manipulation made to sell CD's, soda pop, beer, cars, cognac and tennis shoes. Most of the true hip hop pioneers have gone underground, or moved on to middle age, like Public Enemy, The Last Poets, Afrika Baambatta, etc. I don't know what the answer is. I am certain however, that part of the answer lies in African Americans doing it themselves, taking responsibility for their own actions, and in their own communities. Fathers taking care of their own kids, mothers laying off going to the clubs and getting a good night's sleep, and dropping aspects of this commercial culture that teaches our kids to be lazy slobs who talk a lot of jive and do nothing. And it should be said a lot of that happens now, and it has always happened. But it feels critical now. I don't know if that's a real feeling or not, because everything feels critical in this so called "terrorism" age. But it's worrisome to me. I want our young people, black and white, to grow up whole. I feel like we're raising a generation of lazy kids who aren't made to feel responsible for their actions, who don't know how to work. Or is it just me? I can't tell anymore.

Yet Liz also has a positive and uplifting vision of the future, which will also be recognizable to contemporary readers. Which vision will win out?

America has always had an uncanny ability to recover and move to the good. If we got over the civil war, we'll get over our current malaise. It always seems like the end of the world, every day, but to God, it's just another morning and time to get out of bed and gather souls for their final ride to glory.

Once again you are exploring the themes of race and identity and transforming love, as you've done in your first two books, even though they were very different from one another. Does it surprise you as you move along with your writing career how strongly these themes grip you?

It's better than writing the same book over and over again. I don't want to be depressed when I read a book. I create books that have a piece of me in them, and with that comes the element of race and class that other writers choose to ignore. For me, identity is everything. It powers everything in the world: I am a Christian, a Jew, a Muslim, an American, an Arab… what do these words mean?

The main characters in your new book seem to be seeking love as well as freedom. Is love as or more important than freedom?

Love is freedom. If you can love someone, then you have a chance to be free. Love is liberation. That's why slave owners always wanted their slaves to marry. A better chance to keep them at home.

Were you at all intimidated by the fact that other distinguished fiction writers have taken on the subject of slavery, starting with Toni Morrison?

Obviously I deeply admire Toni Morrison. In fact The Bluest Eye changed my life in many ways. But as a musician, you learn to play your song. Just play your instrument. There are always going to be other cats who can play better than you. To change this world, we need a Big Band of Toni Morrison's, a Duke Ellington-sized band of Toni Morrisons. I'd be happy to be the guy who carts their instruments into the room.

Spike Lee has recently optioned the film rights of your first novel, Miracle at St. Anna, which is about the friendship between a black American soldier and an orphaned Italian boy in Italy during World War II. How closely will you be involved in the making of the film?

I wrote the script for it. I worked with Spike closely for about a year. I did a tremendous amount of rewriting on that script. Spike is brilliant. Demanding. He works harder than anyone I've ever worked with. I used to brag to friends that "no one can work harder than me," but I have to concede that Spike's got me beat there. That's one reason why he's so successful, I suppose, his talent notwithstanding. They guy goes at it hard.

What is the "song yet sung" referred to in the title of your novel?

Simple: It's the second verse to the Negro spiritual Free At Last. Don't give that away or you'll spoil it for the reader.

Was the musical reference in any way an acknowledgment of your dual professional life as a writer and a musician?

Not really. Music and writing are so different, it's not funny. It always amuses me when I hear writers saying "I have a melody in my head, and somehow it arrives on the page…" C'mon! When Stephen Schwartz (composer of Wicked) has a melody in his head, I buy it. When Wynton Marsalis, or Terence Blanchard, have melodies in their head, they know the difference between a melody and a group of assembled notes. Music and writing basically make slaves of those of us who are stupid enough to try to make them our mistresses. You can love one or the other, but you can't make love to both at the same time.

Are you working on a new book yet?

Just started a new novel. I'm researching it now, but I'm afraid to say what it's about. I don't want to jinx it. But it's not a historical novel.

What do you hope readers take away from Song Yet Sung?

Things are not what they seem. We are all human. We are all raised to follow a certain set of rules and mores, and in order to live a full life, we have to challenge those rules and mores from time to time or our lives will not be full, our children will be complacent, and we will not be doing God's work.

Miracle at St. Anna

How do you describe this story?
Miracle at St. Anna is the story of a Negro soldier in Italy during World War II—a member of the 92nd Infantry (Buffalo) Division—who befriends a young Italian kid he finds on a battlefield. As a result of their meeting he ends up in a small village in the mountains of Tuscany with three other men from his squad. There they encounter a miracle. Like my first book, what it's really about is the commonality of the human experience. The Color of Water explored that commonality through the real-life story of my mother and my siblings and how we came to fruition as successful adults through her persistence and faith in God. Miracle at St. Anna explores the same subject through the journey of two human beings who, on the face of things, have nothing in common: an illiterate black soldier from the American south—a colossus of a man—and a six-year-old Italian boy who has lost his memory after witnessing a horrible atrocity. In fact they are both innocents. And they are both victims.

Do you classify this as a "war story?"
I do not. The war simply serves as a backdrop for the human drama that takes place in the relationships among these four Negro soldiers, the six-year-old boy, a group of Italian partisans, and the Italian villagers. Italy was a fascinating place during that time. The Italians suffered terribly during the war. The ramifications of those years still reverberate throughout the country today.

One of the heroic characters in Miracle at St. Anna is a German soldier. How did this part of the story evolve?
The book was inspired by a true event that happened in the area where the 92nd Division fought—specifically, a village called St. Anna di Stazzema. St. Anna was the site of a massacre of more than 500 Italian civilians by members of a German SS unit. What I discovered, in researching that incident, was that there were several German soldiers found among the Italian dead, apparently shot by their own comrades when they refused to participate in the mass killing. That hit me very hard. Given what the German army was, and what the SS was, and given the level of cultural indoctrination that existed in Germany at the time, it had to have taken an enormous amount of courage for these men to discard their entire history as soldiers and Germans and face death rather than participate in an atrocity. These real-life events underscored one of the key themes of this story. Namely that in war we're all victims—soldiers and civilians alike—regardless of nationality.

In what way did you draw inspiration for this story from your childhood?
Several of my family members were veterans of WWII including my uncle Henry, who fought in Italy and France, and my cousin, Herbert Hinson, who also served in the 92nd. When I was a kid I used to hear them, and other family friends who were veterans, swap war stories. Uncle Henry would talk about the Italians and the French and how much they loved the American soldiers. He used to say we were kings over there. I don't remember much of what they spoke about because as kids we'd just tune it out. And of course I never saw anything about black soldiers in the war mythology of television and film that I worshiped as a kid. Nevertheless the subject still interested me when I became a professional storyteller.

Did discovering your Jewish background add to your interest in the subject?
In coming to terms with my own "being" as a person of Jewish heritage I found myself much more sensitized to the events of World War II than ever before. I also learned that my mother had two or three cousins who died in the holocaust. My initial aim was to write a novel about a group of black soldiers who liberate a concentration camp in Eastern Europe. I read lots of books and spent a lot of time researching the subject but soon came to the realization that I'm not qualified to write about the holocaust. It's too much. It's too great. Even if you were to bite off the smallest bit of it, the poison within is so mighty that you can't absorb it because it's simply not absorbable. That's when I began to come to grips with the fact that I was trying to write much more than a war story—I was trying to write about pain and suffering and liberation. In other words I was seeking to write about the commonality of the human experience that existed in Europe at that time. That's when I thought back to the war stories I had heard as a kid about the 92nd Division.

How did you research this book?
I started the research process in 1996 right after The Color of Water was published. I just sucked up whatever information I could find. I was like a sponge. I read roughly 25 books about the war in Italy. I interviewed dozens of 92nd Division vets from all across the country. I even traveled to Italy with some of them when they went back for a reunion. I studied Italian at the New School in Manhattan and then spent about eight months in Italy, including a five-month stint with my entire family. While there I interviewed just about anyone I could find including civilians who had survived the war, survivors of massacres, former soldiers, fascists, and partisans including the sons and daughters of men and women who had died during the war and wanted to tell their parents' stories. Of all the people I interviewed they were the most interesting.

Why were they the most interesting?
Because they were just children at the time. Basically they took up arms against the Germans because they could no longer stand to see their parents suffer and their fellow villagers starve. They were not the equivalent of the hip people in Soho who wear black and cry crocodile tears on Martin Luther King's birthday. They had everything to lose and nothing to gain except their freedom, which is not a small thing. They basically fought the German army with toothpicks and a resolve of spirit that's almost impossible to imagine. They hiked into the mountains where they lived in caves or outdoors for days and weeks at a time while trying to sabotage the German forces that had invaded their country. It's easy now to say "I would have joined up too," but anyone who's seen those mountains in Italy at night, like I have, would think twice about leaving the comforts of home, however much of a shambles that home may have been, to go out and fight an enemy who had repeatedly demonstrated a willingness to kill you and your entire family should you resist.

How has history treated the African American soldier of World War II? And what's the biggest misconception people have about black servicemen from that era?
The biggest misconception is that they weren't as patriotic as whites and that they didn't serve in any great number. Clearly that's not the case. The 92nd Division alone was made up of roughly fifteen thousand men. Many people also think that blacks only served as cooks, quartermasters, truck drivers, orderlies and the like. Anyone who thinks that should read about soldiers like John Fox, who was posthumously awarded the Distinguished Service Cross for calling down artillery fire on his own position to stop an enemy advance, or Vernon Baker, who was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor. Both men served in Italy with the 92nd.

I think history has done a disservice to African American GI's in failing to fully recognize not only that they fought as soldiers but that their humanity and love of this country was, in some respects, greater than that of their white counterparts. You have to remember America at that time was treating German POWs held in the U.S. better than it was treating black Americans—in or out of uniform. Blacks willingly went overseas to fight for their country but when the war was over they came home to ingratitude, unemployment, racial violence, and continued treatment as second-class citizens—not to mention the possibility of being lynched for tipping their caps and winking at white women. Their former foes, on the other hand, were allowed to come into this country, get good jobs, and buy homes in areas where they were not allowed to settle. In short, they fought for a country that treated "the enemy" better than they were treated. In my opinion that's patriotism of the highest order. These men were smart enough to realize that some day their patriotism would be justified and that they'd win their place in history. I have the greatest respect for anyone who fought in World War II but I hope this book—despite being a novel—helps advance that cause. I think we need to add to the myth of the black GI so that people will see beyond what they normally see when they read books or watch programs about World War II.

How did the Italians treat the black soldiers?
If you had a cup of coffee to share you could be president of Italy. And the Italians hadn't learned our particular brand of racism. They treated the Negro soldiers as men, with respect. They dropped flowers on the blacks as they marched by and mourned them when they died. The Negro soldiers charmed them. The Italians thought they were exotic. And similarly, the black soldiers of the 92nd loved the Italians because the Italians didn't care about race. They treated them as human beings. That's part of what the book deals with as it explores the bond that develops between this soldier and the young Italian boy. Initially the soldier rejects the kid because he's white—from a different "tribe." Then he begins to see him as a human being just like himself. In coming to see the humanity in this child, he and his squad-mates rediscover their own humanity.

You've also said the Italians were seeing a different kind of black man back then. What do you mean by that?
My father and stepfather were from that generation. They were solid working-class guys who could just take it and remain lighthearted. Under the most difficult circumstances they worried about the right things. They tried to do right. They didn't make excuses. And they were raised in an environment where no excuses were tolerated. They were raised in an environment where you didn't say "I beat someone up because I didn't get Twinkies when I was ten years old." It's perhaps a dangerous thing to say but I believe they were a different kind of black man—the kind that doesn't exist today. I'm not one either. They knew what was important and they were rooted in the earth. It was not just a question of values or principles—the moral bar was not as low as it is now among black men. The soldiers that the Italians met were some of the finest representatives of black American culture.

Are you concerned that the story of race here will overshadow the wider human story?
One of the challenges here will be getting people to see that this is not really about black soldiers but about human beings and how they relate to one another while trapped within the confines of human suffering. I hope I've made this story interesting enough for people to want to read it regardless of whether the issue of race is in it or not.

How is the challenge of writing fiction different from that of non-fiction for you?
With non-fiction you're dealing with a set of facts and events that are intractable. You have to describe them in a way that makes people want to read to the end but the events are basically in place. With fiction you create a set of characters that eventually come to life and start reacting and doing things you haven't necessarily planned. You have to be enough of a craftsman to then follow the characters and create the connective tissue that holds your story, your plots, and your characters together. Contrary to what you might think, this makes fiction a lot more restrictive for writers than non-fiction. For example, you can't just kill off a character. I hear writers talk about killing off characters all the time but it doesn't really work that way because they take on a life of their own. I created the character Ludovico Salducchi simply as a means of getting my four main characters into the village so they could meet the partisans and become embroiled in the mystery of what's in the young Italian boy's mind. Once he was created, however, he began to develop and move in his own direction. He led me to Ettora, the woman he loved. In a sense you, as the writer, become a spectator to the story, the history, that's being created by the characters. As you stay true to them the story moves in unexpected directions and you just go along for the ride.

Your first book was a phenomenal worldwide success. It sold millions of copies in numerous languages, won awards, and earned you great accolades. What sort of pressures did you feel as a result of that success?
A: The immediate pressure was to do another Color of Water—Color of Water Part II—and I just didn't want to do that. I'd already mined my own history. I'm not one of those writers who can write a four-volume autobiography. What's the point? What am I showing people? I'm just not that interesting. Considering my background I guess I could have come up with a sure-fire hit if I had written "Blacks and Jews in America" or " Blacks and Whites in America" but that's been done before and I have nothing more to say on the subject. There are others who are much more qualified than I to write that kind of book. While Miracle at St. Anna touches on the issues of race that faced these black soldiers, it's a much bigger story than that. It also touches on Mussolini and the conflict between the Italian fascists and the partisans; the history and mythology of the region; Italy's role as a doormat for the world's armies; the way the past continues to impact the present; the confusion of war; and much more. I didn't write this book to prove anything to anyone but I hope it shows that I can write about wider subjects.

What exactly is the miracle you're referring to in the book's title?
There are several miracles in this story. The main miracle is that this young Italian boy comes back to life. His transformation, his finding himself, after witnessing a horrible atrocity, is a miracle. The way he and the four soldiers connect is something of a miracle. The way Bishop gives the boy life is also a miracle. Bishop is like a little devil. He hates white people. He's a womanizer, a liar, and a phony preacher. In the last moments of his own life—as he breathes new life into the boy (another miracle)—he realizes everything he's done wrong and why he's done it and that there is a God. That's a miracle too. And of course the story takes place in a predominantly Catholic country where people believe in miracles as a matter of everyday life.

What do you want readers to get out of this book?
I hope they'll come away from this book with a deeper understanding that we're all a lot more the same than we are different; that our humanity intractably binds us, and that there's no getting out of it. If the grandchildren of slaves can go to Italy and bond and love the descendants of peasants, kings and court jesters, anything is possible.

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